" That's pretty cheeky." He chuckled. "I know what might have set him off though. The first Monday after it all she was absolutely bubbling because Ro...ry hadn't been the least bit iffy with her over the weekend and for the first and only time gave me a welcoming hug and a kiss. Clive saw her." Put two and two together and made five. It's still no business of his though." No, none at all."They got into bed. Briony's eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Do you want me to go and see if Susie wants. They all laughed and took photos of me, calling me disgusting and perverted. Danya pushed her way through the crowd and stood before me. She muttered one word “faggot” and viciously slapped me across the face. I came again, handsfree.After that humiliating night I found my horniness for Danya had shifted. I had never cum as hard as I did that night, and I craved more. I liked the exposure, the embarrassment! Danya’s hatred for me made my cock hard. It was summer now, I was sad that I wouldn’t. I kneaded the fleshy mounds, teased the nipples and held her tight against me as the walls of her vagina tightened around my shaft. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she neared climax, her moaning became louder. Harder and harder she rocked against me until I felt her stiffen and shudder in my embrace. She let out a long drawn out sigh before her body went limp. I stopped my thrusting and relaxed my hold, allowing her come down. After a moment she turned to face me, my cock slipping out of. How'd it go?" she asked. "Well, I can start contributing toward groceries." I answered somewhat evasively. She glanced at me probingly for a moment longer before saying "Good." Living with Jazz for so long, evasive answers must be a way of life for her. She switched gears, "Listen I spoke to Warrington about your getting the hosting job," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder indicating Warrington Culpepper, owner of the "Warm Kettle" was mulling about somewhere in the club. I instinctively.